Standing outside on her bedroom balcony, Harlow watched the clouds move across the glistening mirror of the lake. The breeze was strong and Harlow, for the thousandth time, tucked wisps of hair behind her ears. She didn’t know how long she had been standing there, while thoughts of Caleb ran through her mind, but she was aware of her bare feet beginning to ache against the cold balcony floor. She had been thinking about him a lot lately and after a phone conversation with Chantelle, had decided to learn a little more about him but the more she learned, the more her heart broke for the loss of such a seemingly wonderful person.
Chantelle had the idea of looking through Caleb's belongings. Harlow had disagreed at first, finding it weird to nose through a dead man’s thngs, but Chantelle had
